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WHO: Shiori (

colourtune) and Vincent (

justcrywolf).
WHERE: Museum, first floor, Vincent's apartment.
WHEN: Week one, Wednesday evening.
WHAT: Some nourishment for their relationship. And their souls. And Vincent's back.
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[She stops in front of the door to his quarters. There's a small name plate on comfortable eye-level, too. Vincent Fortesque (Ban-san Fortesuku). Just in case she didn't know who she's here to see.

A melodious series of knocks and she takes the politest of steps back, waiting for him to answer. Open. Let her in. She isn't afraid that he won't. Relationships are weird, aren't they? She's been in her own share of them at this point, through the mill, she thinks. But a friendship is something else entirely and honestly, right now... If she had to choose between some nameless girl and Vincent to rescue off a deserted island, Vincent would be in the boat with her before she could even speak his name. Sex is overrated (not really) and to see him happy is more orgasmic than anything.]

colourtune

WHO: Shiori (

colourtune) and Maaya (

sparklingstitches).
WHERE: Museum, ground floor, Shiori's showroom.
WHEN: Week one, Wednesday.
WHAT: You can't know someone until you've met them face to face. Besides, the piano is really neat...
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[The showroom is basically just four walls forming a square, a white cube void of natural light and other decorative features. Somewhere far above her head, lamps are shining down on the marble floor, but the light holds the same dusty yellow hue that she's noticed in the air outside. There's a door, though. On her right. A door is good, lessens the instinctive feeling of claustrophobia.

At least the room isn't empty, like it had been upon her arrival. When she came down this morning, she'd found the piano. Standing there. Like it wasn't a big deal. Even her father's hotel chain and software development company couldn't have obtained her a Kawai crystal piano. Customized with her name written in black, curly letters along the side. SHIORI.

While waiting for Maaya, she seats herself on the stool, fingers resting lightly on the piano keys. White and black. White and black. She doesn't play anything, not a single note. Her cellphone has been discarded in the far corner as well, because it's true, right?

Sometimes you have to let the silence speak, otherwise you can't actually hear what's being played.]

colourtune

WHO: Shiori (

colourtune) and OPEN.
WHERE: Museum, first floor, common room.
WHEN: Week one, Tuesday.
WHAT: Shiori arrived just now. And now, curiosity will kill the cat.
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[As promised, the key fits one of the doors - a neat line, one after the other down the broad corridor. Hers is the third door on the left. The apartment itself is pretty nice. Well-furnished, with wooden floors of mahogany and a vintage feel. Definitely better than her basement dwelling in London. Still, she hasn't asked to be here and the way the room seems to reflect her is a bit too creepy for her tastes. It even has a huge walk-in closet, brimming with fashion she couldn't have afforded without suffering permanent enslavement to her father.

Even so, she quickly picks out some underwear and a light summer dress from the vast collection, because the tunic is just embarrassing, isn't it? Especially when you're naked underneath and your nipples are showing through the thin, off-white fabric. A pretty, coffee-coloured A-line. With sandals a shade darker. She can face the world, this world - whatever strange place it is, like this, right?

Curiously, Shiori pockets the key and the cellphone (completely outdated, by the way) and closes the door to her apartment behind her. The hallway seems empty and abandoned, but she ventures down towards the end. The bend where it disappears off to the side, out of sight. On her right, one of the doors has been left open and one glance through the doorway alone discloses that it's nothing like the quarters she's just visited. It's much bigger. There's a TV and a DVD player. A music centre. Couches and chairs and at the back, stretching into eternity, shelves upon shelves of books. She comes to a halt next to the sofa arrangement.

Before her, large windows - stretching from floor to ceiling - let in a dusty, yellowish light. All she can see is a sea of flat rooftops, expanding in ripples until, in the far distance, they run into an actual sea. Of sand.]

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